I sit at this pond
wondering why people aren't fond
of such simple beauty so true
instead choose to be blue?

Sounds of bumblebees humming
wood peckers drumming;
a slight breeze
Moving at ease;
ripples are flowing
pond looking as if it were growing.

It makes minds expand
not being so bland;
still we choose to destroy this
keeping us from simple bliss;
but instead choose to be stewards of land
and give it a helping hand.

This Garden of Eden was a giving
so we could be living
on this earth that is heaven
and created in more than seven;
so let us save our planet so near to death
Before it takes its final breath.